The Worst Day of My Life, Essay Example

My mom passed away three and a half years ago. She had been suffering from serious illness for quite some time and the doctors had told us countless times she had few months left to live. In the end, it seemed that the doctors always underestimated her fighting spirit and luck. A month before her death, the doctor again predicted she had about a month to live but I didn’t take it seriously since the predictions had become a routine. In addition, I was about four months pregnant with my third child and me and my husband, Max wanted to believe my mom would live long enough to see our third child.

My mom lived about five hours drive away from us. I did discuss with Max and my mom if I should move with her but they both suggested it would be best for me to take care of my own health so that I have a healthy baby. My mom assured me that this prediction would be no different from the previous ones and moreover, one of my sisters is already with her. Somehow I still wanted to move with my mom because I knew I would not be able to bear the regret should the prediction come true but in the end my mom and Max won.

It was the night of our seventh wedding anniversary and it was heavy rain outside. I called my grandma to ask about my mom as well as remind them of our wedding anniversary and my grandma informed me my mom had just passed away. Upon hearing the news, I went numb for a moment. I don’t think I have ever struggled with my emotions the way I did that night. I cried but at the same time I could not stop worrying about the effect of depression on my body and the wellbeing of my unborn baby. I wanted to suppress my regret that I obeyed my mom but the excuse didn’t seem to work. It seemed that the law of probability had gone berserk. What’s the probability of doctor’s prediction of one month becoming exactly true after five years of wrong predictions and that too, at the night of our wedding anniversary and during my pregnancy. I was overwhelmed with conflicting desires; I wanted to embrace the loss bravely for the sake of my family but at the same time I also wanted to cry to my heart’s content. But may be life is not meant to be predictable. Pain is as much part of life as is happiness. We often feel we are the luckiest people in the world to have wonderful families, friends, and other blessings in life but like happiness, sometimes pain also comes in abundance. That day I learnt that in life, one should expect the best but prepare for the worst!